My tummy has been knotting, clenching, and threatening me all afternoon, so my lunch came late.  I don’t doubt that sleeping in today also helped knock my appetite back a bit.

Around four-ish or so, I grabbed a pear.

Pears are so delish!

Instead of my usual D’Anjou, Bartlett’s were on sale this week for 88 cents a pound.

I have to say, if a person imagines what a pear tastes like based on what manufacturers want us to taste (for instance, I’ve never tasted a grape that tasted like grape candy), this is it.

I think Jelly Belly based their “Juicy Pear” on Bartlett’s, because this one was both sweet and tangy.


Then I wasn’t hungry again until about half-past five, when the only thing that didn’t sound absolutely repugnant was tinned pumpkin.

Pumpkin custard with molasses, peanut butter, and coconut milk.

I should clarify — I still have a solid appetite, and food in general doesn’t sound nauseating, but most things come off as mostly ‘meh’ to me right now, and some things are making me want to hurl.

Like, doing the dishes.  Gagged pretty fierce on that one, but serves me right waiting two days to clean ’em.

So, I had tinned pumpkin.

Now what?

A wee bit too tart for my delicate tummy, but delish nevertheless.

I threw a cup of tinned pumpkin, a half a cup of unsweetened applesauce, a teaspoon of cinnamon and vanilla, a teaspoon of blackstrap molasses, and a dash of nutmeg into a pan.

When it was heated through, I cracked a whole egg into pot, and stirred until thick and creamy.

I topped it with a huge glob of peanut butter, more molasses, and two tablespoons of full-fat coconut milk.

Mmm, so good!

Good, but next time I make it, I’ll use banana in the place of the applesauce.  The apple was a tiny bit too tart for my tummy today.

So, the girl I was covering for at work on Saturday was very sick.  I’m guessing I maybe caught her sick on top of whatever else is making me sick?  That, or I’m having a food sensitivity reaction.

On a side note, I tried to bump up my doctor’s appointment by a few days, but it was a no-go.  My doc is out of town.

However!  When I called to make my annual, the girl on the other line asked me how I was feeling.  I told her honestly, not so well.  Turns out they don’t do annuals when their patient is already sick, but since the doctors there specialize in many areas of a women’s health — and I just so happen to be a woman — I’ve managed to snag myself a doctor’s appointment for Friday.

Score!  I told her my symptoms, so hopefully they can take a look, rule some stuff out, and maybe refer me out somewhere else if it’s out of their realm of knowledge.


What do you eat when your tummy hurts?

Thanks for reading!

❤ Kaz